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>but I wouldn't even try my hand at colours from >B&W.
I should clarify.. NOT saying that someone else couldn't..just that I wouldn't.
regards
Darryl
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Nunquam obliviscar
Not here are the goblets glowing,
Not here is the vintage sweet;
'Tis cold as our hearts are growing,
And dark as the doom we meet.
But stand to your glasses, steady!
And soon shall our pulses rise:
A cup to the dead already-
Hurrah for the next that dies!
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